I never know their names, But i smile just the sameNew faces...Strange places, Most everything i see, Becomes a blur to meAnd i'm wasted because, The fast pace is too muchHere at the final push to the sumIf my old life is done, Then, what have i become? What have i become?

Every now and then, The memories creep inA breeze and blue skies, The trees and you and iBut if my old life is done, i guess that i've moved onTo new faces and strange places, Here at the final push to the sunIf my old life is done, then, What have i become?

What have i become? What have i become? What have i become? What have i become? What have i become?